Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1)

Her eyes widened as he stared at her beautiful face. His own abrasive hand tight around his erection, he pleasured himself. Not using her when she was begging for him was the most extreme display of self-restraint he’d ever managed.

He loved this game of cat and mouse, with neither yet both of them winning.

“If you come on my stomach instead of in my mouth, I’ll never forgive you. Maybe you don’t want to have sex with me, but this is too much. I can’t do this anymore.” Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over even as she held very still, like he’d told her to.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, jacking off to the delicious combination of the smell of her arousal and the tears that trickled from her eyes. “You’ll get this eventually, but you have to prove that you understand the order of things between us.”

“But I do!”

“No, you don’t.” He grunted, and his hips bucked spasmodically as he tried not to come right away. It was a miracle he’d lasted this long. “If you understood, you’d ask what I want, not tell me what you want. You keep trying to get your way.”

“Please, Master – don’t you want me?”

“I do. But anyone can fuck a woman’s body – fucking her mind is so much sweeter.”

His balls were so tight it set his teeth on edge. Pressure built as he pumped his erection in a cruel fist, watching the trembling of her bottom lip and the tears streaking from her eyes to drip into her ears before hitting the mattress.

Come – hot, agonizing – boiled up from his balls, burst from his cock, spewing all the way to her chin, painting her from there to her navel in thick ribbons. She cried out as every lash of it hit her skin. Grimly satisfied, he smeared the mess he made with one hand, coating her chest and belly but avoiding her still-healing nipple piercings.

The girl hyperventilated, weeping, her distressed cries making his cock jerk back to attention.

“Look what you made me do,” he admonished, holding up his hand to show her.

“Please...” she whimpered.

“Clean this.” He held his hand in front of her face, and she licked the sticky mess from his palm with frantic movements of her adorable little tongue. She sucked each one of his scarred fingers, moaning with impatience. The suction of her pretty mouth on his fingertips almost swayed him to relent.

He got off of her, trying to hide the weakness in his legs. He was shaking almost as badly as she was. She crawled after him, stopping when she reached the edge of the mattress. As he tucked his still rampant hard-on back in his jeans and rebuttoned, she watched him with forlorn disbelief.

“Master, if you don’t want me, may I touch myself?”

“You may,” he replied, loving the relief in her eyes because it meant his next words would be all the more entertaining. “But you may not come.”

She shrieked and threw a pillow at him. He deflected it easily and grabbed her hard by the hair. She screamed and screamed, crying, almost touching him, but ultimately not forgetting the rules.

“That’s enough with the hysterics, Miss Korsgaard.” He gave her head a little shake, and she quieted, watching him miserably. “Now – that plug stays in until you shower in the morning. If you need to relieve yourself before then, you must ask my permission to remove it. The come I’ve marked you with stays on your skin until you shower in the morning.”

She sobbed, but nodded.

“After your shower I’ll be forcing the next size plug into you, so make sure you work though your feelings about that beforehand. Some protesting is cute, but I won’t tolerate it every time.”

She nodded again, turning to kiss his palm when he cupped her cheek. As much as she’d protested, it was obvious she fucking loved this.

“What do you say to me?” he prompted.

“I’m sorry, Master. Thank you, Master.”

“For?”

“For plugging my ass and marking me. For being patient. And for reminding me who I belong to.”

Belong to. They’d never discussed it, but she understood his feelings on the matter and accepted them. The fact that she didn’t seem to need fancy words or declarations from him meant everything. She read him, and he needed that from her.

He nodded. “Good girl.” He stroked her hair and she leaned

into the caress. “I know the past few days have been difficult for you, but if you continue to behave, tomorrow evening you’ll be rewarded.”

Her eyes lit, and he smiled at her more confidently than he felt.